wiped away by sandy. i don't have an address. i don't know what if anything else was said after that. i suppose, though, that if he wanted to, that man could have said, i don't have anything left except for this little bit of dignity i'm struggling to maintain. now, in six days, most of us are going to pull our chairs up to a familiar table, in a familiar place, with familiar people. and we're going to chow down. and we're going to say we're grateful, while in truth, many of us will take it all for granted. like that guy up in jersey might once have done. but now for him, and god knows how many thousands of others, there is likely to be nothing familiar on thanksgiving day. and nothing that they can or ever will again take for granted. now, there can be a bright story to a story like this, it is the perspective it provides. and perspective invites opportunity. for me, the story of that man up in jersey provides an opportunity to be even more prayerful and more generous. i will pray for him, and all the others who share his plight